Somewhere, alone again
In a foreign country
As a foreigner
Outside it all
Watching the people go by
Never knowing them
Although even at home, in my own country
Do I truly know anyone?
Isolated by language
Isolated by lack of conversations
Too Scared to communicate
To say what I feel
What if I'm wrong?
What if I say the wrong thing?
What if they don't like me?
What difference does it make where I am?
It's all the same
Perhaps it's not them but me
I'm a foreigner in my own mind
I'm a foreigner to my own heart
Do I even know my own language?
Would I speak it if I was asked?
Probably not,
That would reveal who I am
It would expose myself to others
It could hurt
So, I hide behind being a foreigner
Even within my own life
Take pity on me, those that know
I am lost, alone and scared
Forever a foreigner in the foreign land
That is my body.
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FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry
PoetryAS the Title says.. A collection of FUN, MAD, THOUGHTFUL and just plain Silly poems. IMPORTANT NOTE: IN THESE POEMS THE LETTERS, IN BRACKETS, AFTER THE TITLE MEAN. ...
